Sunday, July 28, 2013

You Like Me, You Really Like Me!

Being a grown up is not as wonderful as I thought it would be.  For one, my mother can't pick me up and rock me to sleep.  For two, I never realized that at 35-years old I would still want her to. 

As an adult, I enjoy spending the kind of time with my parents that I was not capable of, nor interested in spending with them when I was a teenager.  We sit and talk now.  We share a glass of wine over expertly grilled salmon (thanks, Dad!) and sit and talk.  I can talk to them about important things.  About sad or happy things.  I can talk to them about being-on-the-verge-of-tears things. 

And the best part? 

The very, very best part? The part that fills me with the kind of contented peace that has only previously been found on the other side of a long, hot bath and a mug of milky  tea? 

They like me.

They enjoy my company.  Two of the smartest, kindest, most gentle people I know enjoy my company.  If this is the only accomplishment I can boast of in my life, I will die happy.

Reason I Didn't Write Yesterday: Heavy Bangs

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